Legs

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Legs

Fandom: The Witcher

Ship: Emhyr/Geralt

Rating: mature; it's smut but not explicit

This picture made the rounds on the internet. I posted it on the server as "inspiration" for the artists and was then told to WRITE about it - ok!

Geralt and Emhyr doing yoga on an ottoman.

(Artistic freedom: I wrote that Geralt's foot has an arch even though we know his feet are flat and archless.)

This fic is short, no word explosion under the cut.

"What the fuck happened?" Geralt danced backwards with a few small, balanced moves for every heavy step Emhyr took towards him. Emhyr had seen him in the corridor and herded him into his chambers like that, without saying a word what this was about. His face was stern and determined and Geralt wasn't sure if this was playful behaviour or some mysterious righteous anger.

"Emhyr? What are you-" Geralt's calves met with something hard and he involuntarily sat down on what turned out to be one of the ottomans in Emhyr's study. He'd managed to land gracefully and leant back further until he had to prop himself up on his elbows, because Emhyr was towering over him now, putting one foot up on the ottoman's seat next to Geralt's knee, kicking it so hard it rocked underneath Geralt's back.

His eyes burned with what - fury? Lust? Geralt's reaction to it was, to his embarrassment, the same in either case.

Emhyr's gaze left Geralt's eyes and slowly crept down his body to lock onto the very visible evidence of that reaction. He smirked coldly.

Geralt breathed a sigh of relief. If this were for real he wouldn't smirk. The bastard.

The bastard wasn't wearing a doublet right now, only a black, embroidered shirt tucked neatly into trousers cut so tightly the light cloth they were made of put his physique on display more than covering it up.

Geralt kicked off one shoe - he wasn't wearing boots around the palace anymore - pulled up his knee to his chest and slowly drew his socked foot up Emhyr's body, starting at the calf of his bent leg, pushing up along his inner thigh, mostly avoiding the prominent bulge of his cock, up his stomach, then, with his leg straight up, carefully pressed his heel into Emhyr's pectorals.

Emhyr had gone back to looking directly into Geralt's eyes, and he'd stifled a groan when Geralt's toes had not quite bypassed his cock. Now he gripped his foot, kept it pressed against his chest and pushed his thumb into the arch. Geralt gave a surprised yelp and Emhyr grinned maliciously.

"Oh no, you won't!" Geralt's desperation was no pretence. "Uh - seriously, please don't-" Geralt sounded defeated, not really believing he'd be spared now the weakness was revealed.

Emhyr snorted. "How did I not know that you are ticklish?" He was still holding on to Geralt's foot but kept it in a tight grip that felt surprisingly good. "You could have told me to avoid tickling you by accident."

Geralt groaned. "Never works like that. The moment I give up that information I'm done for. Rather take my chances keeping it a secret."

Emhyr huffed and gave Geralt his foot back, pulling him up from the ottoman once he had both feet back on the ground. "We do not have a lot of time. I was on my way to meet some senators on the sly; but I was early and could not resist when I saw you in the corridor."

Geralt kissed him and muttered against his face: "I could have already sucked you off by now."

Emhyr hummed into his ear. "Your point is valid but I also much appreciated how your reaction to being intimidated is getting hard. That must be difficult on the Path."

Next thing he knew he was lying on the ottoman himself with Geralt straddling him. "The Path knows no terrors such as you, your Majesty, if you must know," he laughed, opening Emhyr's belt, "and have I ever mentioned I thought these sofas without back- and armrests were weird?"

"It's an ottoman," Emhyr panted.

"Yeah that's a name and no explanation," Geralt growled against Emhyr's naked stomach while he shoved down the imperial trousers. "But I think I get it now. It's just the right height for me to kneel between your legs like this. Very good design actually."